(Wyclefresponding to an overlord voice)
THE YEAR
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
THE MAN
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized
THE MISSION
To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world
that just keeps folding
THE GROUP
I don`t know...
WHO IS THE GROUP
Tran...Tranzlators!!
(Lauryn Hill)
What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong... WRONG
Spook Sambo Nigga Jane
You ain`t so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
Fraid you`re gonna hang, ahhh
Now THAT`S a black thang
Boy, you scared of me
BOO! See
Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it`s a long one